Spencer sat in front of his mirror, combing through his hair, hoping he didn't look too bad. He had never felt this way before, not seriously, at least. Whilst he had never experienced true affections for a woman, he could recall a few odd experiences from his past.

What had put him in this situation? A three-piece suit, freshly showered, sweaty palms, heart pumping, and lets not forget the facts in the front of his mind. He felt like he couldn’t breathe, and all because of a person? Not just a person... It was you. The one who wouldn’t leave his mind.

These past couple days he had gone through so much. He had no idea how he was supposed to know what a woman liked, so what did he do? He did his research. He knew every woman was different, but asking your mutual friends what you liked was too risky. He knew they would talk.

He may have gone a little overboard. He tried not to think about that right now, instead praying he wasn’t some crazy idiot that would get rejected on Valentine’s Day. He asked if he could come over to your place to hang out, and lucky enough you left your door open and told him to just come in.

So, that's what he did. He slipped in quietly so you wouldn’t hear him yet and started to set things up. He got a bouquet of flowers. He didn’t know your favorite, but who doesn’t like roses? Favorite color was out too, so he got one of all available in the bunch. Luckily, he did know what dessert you like, though maybe getting a whole tiramisu cake was a lot.

He couldn’t help it, when you came out his mouth wouldn't stay closed. You stared at him in shock, knowing he was nervous.

“Many believe the current celebration originated from Lupercalia, an ancient Roman fertility festival from sixth century B.C. Many claim the purpose of Lupercalia was to appease Lupercus, the Roman god of fertility," You could hardly understand what he was getting at.

“The event included an archaic tradition of whipping women with the skin from a male goat to ward off infertility—” You interrupted there.